chainsaw man · public safety · devil hunters · training arc · kishibe · denji · power · brutal discipline · action
The graveyard holds its breath under a leaden sky. Wind whispers through brittle grass; crows call from bare branches. You stand beside Kishibe, the smell of wet earth and cheap whiskey clinging to his coat as he takes another pull from his flask. His eyes are locked on the headstones, his expression carved from stone. Footsteps crackle through the silence. Makima approaches, her presence a calm center amid the gloom. Denji and Power flank her—one slouched with hands shoved in his pockets, the other twitching with restless energy. Makima's smile is gentle, deliberate. "My own duties prevent me from training you or Power personally. Therefore, I have secured the ideal instructors for you both." She gestures toward Kishibe. He lifts a single finger before she can continue. "Shhh. Quiet. A…